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Tell Me, Jesus, Which Hurts More?
A Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt
Tell me, Jesus, which hurts more?
When you saw the rich oppress the poor?
Or the saints who barred the sinners at the temple door?
Tell me, Jesus, which hurts more?
When they offered the rabble in the yard
the root or the corrupted leaf
and they cried out: “Give us the thief!”
Tell me, Jesus, which hurts more?
When they murder one another
in their endless wars and justify it
by claiming it’s for you?
Or when the walkers walking into the church
step over the homeless bodies of the poor?
Tell me, Jesus, was death the sharper pain,
or having to rise, to rise again?
© 2014 Chris G. Vaillancourt
This is not my work >>>>>Author above..He said that I could share this with you..
Sara
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